Last night I had a dream that I was taking a bath in a huge room filled with people who all looked like professional wrestlers. A couple of them kept trying to come into the bathtub with me and I was yelling to the person who I thought was in charge to tell them to get out. After a while, when no one responded, I stood up and yelled up to the wrestler who was standing in the bath in front of me “GET OUT OF MY BATH”.
When I got into the studio today, I knew exactly what I would do. “Get Out of My Bath” flowed out of my like water. As I was working I realized the Wrestler was made of obligation, guilt, tradition and worry. I surrounded him with good things, warm chairs, hot baths, cupcakes and kittens and lots of joy hoping he’ll find his way out of my bath.
(By the way, the color’s pretty accurate on this one, except the color around the edge is less red and more pink)